It's my blog, and I'll cry if I want to

Why the hiatus from blogging? maybe you're asking... or, There was a hiatus from blogging? or What the heck is a hiatus? Well, I'll tell you. Except that last one. You can look it up. 

Yeah, I took a break. First, it was a holiday. Then, I hadn't accomplished any of my goals and didn't feel like blogging about it. Then, it was the weekend. 

So here I am, January 5th and not really doing anything on my list. I still want to, just not terribly motivated. 

On Saturday, we took my mostly-dead laptop to the Apple Store to see if there was any hope. The Apple Store has a feature called the Genius Bar. It is a counter staffed by people who have good skills in the Mac realm. Are they geniuses? Okay, maybe so. 

I had an appointment, but it was crazy packed in there, so I had to wait about 20 minutes just to be able to sign in. 

Apple does everything right, but the tiny little stores are maybe not their best idea. 

While I was waiting, I was people watching.... a lady in her 50s was sitting at the Genius Bar with her PC. (What the heck? I was thinking. Isn't she embarrassed?) No. She had a an iPod Touch and the Genius was transferring her songs for her, from the PC to the Touch. 

She was griping bitterly the whole time. "I mean, I bought this thing and I thought I'd enjoy it, but I spent 6 hours on it at home and I'm not getting anywhere." Guy: "What do you want it to do?" "Well, how do I make it play music?" Guy, not looking at his coworkers, "Okay, push that button there. See where it says music, on the screen there?" She does it and music is playing. 

Frustrated, she sighs heavily. "I just want this thing... I spent 6 hours and I don't think I'm going to be able to use it." About this time, a Concierge (at the Apple Store, these are the guys in the orange shirts you complain to) came and redirected her to another employee, probably a 16 year old with iPod experience. 

I know, I know. Not everybody is technologically advanced. I know that someday I will sit back with my dentures gaping as Toby reroutes a space shuttle. In fact, I can't work the 4 remotes required to watch DirecTV or whatever it is. But right now I am in my snarky youth, saying WHY WOULDN'T YOU PUSH THE MUSIC BUTTON? Anyways. 

We eventually got to our Genius, who I liked a lot despite his liberal rantings... he declared ol' iBlanca dead as a doornail. Or some such. I suspected as much. 

So I remain chained to a desk here while Toby probably feasts on apple pie while sitting on top of the refrigerator. Cest la vie.